I sit at the hotel bar sipping a whiskey neat, patiently waiting for you to arrive. The bar is packed with beautiful men and women, and I let my eyes wander across the crowd. I see your flowing red dress whipping around your body as you approach the bar. The thin straps holding the dress up on your shoulders. You pause as your look for a spot at the bar, your eyes scan past me and we lock eyes for a split second. You spot the open seat at the other end of the bar and take your place.

I can barely hear your voice over the murmur of the crowd, but I hear you order a vodka rocks. It arrives almost instantaneously, the bartender apt as ever. I watch as you take a sip, the cold alcohol hitting your lips, then down your throat, chilling your mouth. I see the relaxing wave crash across your body, a slight shiver works down your spine. I've been staring too long, you look over and we lock eyes. After a brief second, a wry smile sneaks across your face, I return it with a nod of my glass to you, then stand up.

But before I can even leave my seat, a handsome man slides in beside you. He oozes confidence and charisma, His tailored black suit hugs his chiseled body like a glove. Within moments your laughing and chatting, my time here is done. I leave a $20 on the bar for my drink and tip then head upstairs to my room. I methodically remove my clothes and put them away before stepping into the shower. I turn it on and stand in the high pressure stream. It's ice cold at first, but then quickly warms. I take my time in the shower, washing every inch of my body letting the soap slowly wash away. I turn the water off and feel the cool air rush back over me. My skin tingles. I grab a towel and pat myself dry before stepping out of the bathroom. I stand in the mostly dark hotel room, backlit by the bathroom light and admire myself in the mirror. Handsome, tall, a freshly shaved head, and a member that no one could every complain about.

I walk over to the window and throw the blinds open. The night time lights of the city flood the room with a neon glow. If someone were to look up 5 stories they'd be greeted by my naked body, but what did I have to be ashamed of? Besides, who doesn't like being watched every now and then? Lusted after purely for your physical form, it's intoxicating. I turn and face the bed directly opposite the window and find my place. I pull the lounging chair into the corner, with the back to the window. I take a seat and lean ever so slightly back. My naked form relaxed and waiting.

I don't know if it was 5 minutes or an hour after I took my seat, but I heard the unmistakable sound of a key card in the door. I positioned myself like a king upon a throne, legs slightly spread, leaned back, arms on the arm rest, stoic. The room was dark with the exception of the city lights outside. I saw the light flood in from the hallway as the door opened. The anticipation was always so much fun. And that's when I saw it. Your red dress coming around the corner, your arm leading the man from the bar into our hotel room.

I could never get over the excitement of seeing you lead another man in, it always felt so wrong, and yet so right. You didn't pay me a second look, after all it wasn't the first time we had done this. My naked form must have caught him slightly off-guard, though he would have been expecting me, but perhaps not naked. You walked over to the window and slowly lowered your dress to the ground, revealing the nothing underneath. He took his jacket off and sat at the edge of the bed, as he had no doubt been instructed to do. When he was settled, you finally turned and acknowledged me, your slow saunter over to me was eye watering. You leaned in a kissed me gently, your hand brushing my face as you returned to our guest. You dropped to your knees in front of him, and I heard the sound of a belt being loosened, then a zipper, and then finally the soft moan from him as you took his cock into your hand. And now the fun would begin.